It is 4 in the morning, so obviously the reasonable thing to do is to read one's old blog entries, because such a course of action is neither a waste of time nor utterly pathetic. It is, however, painfully embarrassing. Granted, I used to be considerably more witty, but the language skills, my friends. The language skills. I almost cried.
Nevertheless, I have become infinitely more boring. No more experimental grammar. The youthfully daring sentence-building is all but lost. Damn the real world. Damn it to Hades.
Upon Ubu's green candlestick, I will not give up. I will take lessons! I will travel the world and search my soul, and I will get my groove back.
Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!
Now let's kill some peasants.
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